The Voice of God restored in Iraq

The American adventure into Iraq suggests a curious analogy of symbolism, a reversal as it were of the Ourobourous, whence the serpent's tail attempts to eat its head... or rather, does it attempt to strangle & decapitate? Consider, the world's youngest civilization injecting itself into one of the world's oldest, nominally at least, particularly as Saddam conceived himself as the "neo-Nebuchadnezzar" of a modern Mesopotamia.

Recent reports of a new technology of psychological warfare now being deployed in Iraq would lend further support to the analogy, especially if we were to accept Julian Jaynes theory of mind of ancient peoples. According to his account of the bicameral brain, preceding the advent of consciousness (as we know it), ancient man hallucinated his volitions as voices in the head - the commands of the gods.

Volition, planning, initiative is organized with no consciousness whatever and then 'told' to the individual in his familiar language, sometimes with the visual aura of a familiar friend or authority figure or 'god', or sometimes as a voice alone. The individual obeyed these hallucinated voices because he could not 'see' what to do by himself.
- Julian Jaynes. The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind. 1976. Pg. 75.

Now with the deployment of LRAD (long-range acoustic devices), which can focally project high-frequency sound to a specific location, there apparently utilizing the phenomenon of otoacoustic emission upon any occupant of the location, the 'Voice of God' is thus being realized once again...

It appears that some of the troops in Iraq are using "spoken" (as opposed to "screeching") LRAD to mess with enemy fighters. Islamic terrorists tend to be superstitious and, of course, very religious. LRAD can put the "word of God" into their heads. If God, in the form of a voice that only you can hear, tells you to surrender, or run away, what are you gonna do?

WWIII postponed?

As reported in my inaugural post of January the 12th...

"a friend with military experience recently seemed a bit fixated on a sequence prime numbers, namely 3, 5, 7, and 11, as they might be applied to dates or times...."

-That is, dates or times of some catastrophic event (military or terrorist) that would lead to the escalation of war (most likely its overt expansion into Iran). So here we are, with scarcely three prime number dates left in the year (11/19/07 has almost run out) and nothing... Which leaves, after Nov. 29th, the next prime number date up for New Years Day, 2011.

Another source, which I had left unpublished, informed that U.S. embassies worldwide were to be prepared for a lock-down by mid-October... So much for our "intelligence" sources.

From August into September, there was a fair amount of internet hysteria over the so-called Bin-Laden trades. Nothing happened. But perhaps something was in the works... and then thwarted? The case of the Minot missing nukes would suggest something was amiss... a plan to surreptitiously deploy and detonate nuclear weapons in Iran? Iraq? mushroom clouds over a half-dozen American cities?

But who can ever tell?

The Order of the Cincinnati

This was a deep laid plan, which discovered sagacity to look forward, genius to take advantage, and art to appropriate to themselves the opening prospects of dignity and rank, which had fired the minds of ambitious men. The ostensible design of this novel institution, was striking to the compassionate mind, and flattering to the lovers of freedom among the American officers. Many of them knew not enough of the world, and of the history and character of man, to suspect any latent mischief or any concealed object that must not yet be divulged, for fear of disgusting the public ear.
- Mercy Otis Warren, History of the Rise, Progress and Termination of the American Revolution (1805), Vol.II of Liberty Fund edition, pg. 617.

With brooding foreboding for the future of the newly founded republic, Mrs. Warren recounts the establishment of an order of veteran Revolutionary War officers, the Society of Cincinnati, which, in its hereditary pretensions, it was feared among many patriots that in shirking the yoke of one monarchical tyranny, the new country would adopt another. With like apprehension, presaging the perils of the "spirit of finance," she writes...

A funding system afterwards introduced, attended with all the intricacies of more aged financiers, which never could be understood, and a public debt thereby enhanced, which was probably never intended to be paid, was impregnated in the brain of a young officer [Alexander Hamilton] of foreign extraction, an adventurer of a bold genius, active talents, and fortunate combinations, from his birth to the exalted station to which he was listed by the spirit of favoritism in American arrangements. Yet when the system appeared, it was embraced with warmth by a considerable class, as the legitimate child of speculation. But it appeared a monster in the eye of a very large part of the community, who viewed it as the parent of a national debt that would hang on the neck of America to the latest generations. -ibid, pg. 665

Thus the Federal Reserve system, at this moment, as feared by many of the paranoiac persuasion, to be veering towards immanent collapse. It is notable that Mrs. Warren identifies so early on the two ingredients that would much later merge to form what President Eisenhower called the "military-industrial complex" in his final speech to the nation in 1961 (a speech that I would regard as far more significant than George Washington's much celebrated farewell address).

As I write, doubtless at the moment there are mobs meandering in lower Manhattan, that center of the "spirit of finance," who chant with an almost religious zeal, "9/11 was an inside job!" They refer of course to that Sepember 11th of six years ago, an occasion of psychological warfare truly awe striking in its exhibition of ambition and technological prowess. Indeed this anniversary is the first whence 9/11 returns to a Tuesday (after Tyr, the Nordic god of war). I do hope they are wrong with the "inside job" charge - it could hinge on what one means by "inside". For here I sit, in a city of seven hills, named Cincinnati. If the "inside job" was in fact, as argued by Michael Ruppert, a "crossing of the Rubicon" executed by the Bush administration in order to the establishment of an American Empire, in emulation of another republic that became an empire, namely that of Rome, centered by another city of seven hills, then I, sitting atop one of these seven hills, have something to worry about. Not quite five years ago, George W. Bush came to my city to make his case for going to war with Iraq. In his speech, at the time heralded as "The Cincinnati Address," he summoned the image of a nuclear "mushroom cloud" over an American city, if we did not take action. The U.S. of course did take action, the American "sheeple" as it were followed him into Iraq, but now having spent so much blood and treasure, the people want to drag him, and his "US", out of Iraq. So, will he now make good on his threat? And, will that American city crowned with a mushroom cloud be the one where he gave his "Cincinnati Address" at Union Terminal? From whence he advanced the plan to terminate the union? Will he, like Nero, burn this city of seven hills?
Let us hope not.

Einstein says: God doesn't play dice.
Klausewitz: you play by rolling dice.

God doesn't play?

Amber Alert!

Commentary on this story (and in its more sensational incarnation) is somewhat belated, but biting enough to warrant publication at this time. The work of Lon Flexx:

   Following their recent squatters benefit performance
at Highgate Cemetery, Amber and the gang head off for some
R&R at London's poshest bomb shelter. As always, a cadre
of hardcore groupies was in tow, largely made up of Israeli
billionaires. Declining the mad-cow hors d' oeuvres, Amber
pumps her 79 year old sugar granddaddy for a tour of CCTV's
main operating room.
    Once in, Amber need only sashay her entrancing little
bum in order to bend the myopic bureaucrats to her will.
The busiest intersection, that of Hyde Park Square, is up
on the control screen and Amber thumps the microphone a
few times to test its responsiveness.
   "'Ay up, little chaps!" commands the precocious tease
artist, "Amber says: turn off your engines!"
    To her delight, London motorists look up at the large
black megaphone above and obey, their eyes suddenly servile
and their postures hunched-up.
    "Hee, hee, watch this, Rothschild," she giggles then
recommences in her most authoritarian tone, "Amber says,
step out of your car!"
    Hundreds of motorists, bus passengers and taxi
drivers stand in the silent street looking up into the sky.
    "Amber says, take off your underpants and wear them
over your head!" For a split second, the sheeple look at
each other in disbelief, but capitulate without protest.
    "Amber says, stick your finger up your bum, hop on one
foot and act like Corky!"
    The proud stock of London, once the most powerful
metropolis in the civilized world, squat and shove their
index fingers into their slimey holes, and then begin
hopping, groaning, chattering like mongoloids, tripping over
each other, walking into street lamps and rolling in the
gravel.
    "Amber says stop! Stand up and repeat after me:
'Blimey - today my worst fears are confirmed - I'm nothing
but a mindless twit in a fascist police state - oh, the
brutes! - I guess I ain't very sharp to stand still for this
dehumanizing abuse!'"
    The Londoners repeat this chorus without a cent of irony.
    "Amber says, grab the nearest Paki and slam your car
door on his head!"
    "Amber says, all mixed-race motorists working in the IT
sector, place your vehicle in reverse gear and lie on the
ground behind the back wheel!"
    "Amber says, take your Morrissey cassettes out of your
cars and pee on them!"
    After this final outrage, Amber spies a young bobby
running into a police box, obviously intent on reporting the
incident.
    "Stomp that bobby in the box!!!"
    To which a dozen or so rugby players run forward to pull
the 18 year old patrolman out of the kiosk, knee him in his
genitals and trample his beardless face with their cleats.
    "I didn't say 'Amber says'! You are friggin� wankers!"
    Suddenly Amber screws-up her face and starts to ball,
"Oh, Daddy Rothchild, those people scare me! Boo-hoo!" wiping
her tears and her runny nose on his lapels.
    "There, there, my little Aryan schtupzl, when these silly
goy frighten me I always sell a few mazeltov cocktails to the
wogs and wiggers. They start a race riot and everyone's happy.
Now cheer up, slip into your Wehremacht helmet and take a bite
off my chocolate jesus."
    "Is it kosher?"
    "Is it kosher? You ask that of a man who eats shiksa
babies for breakfast?!"

Ismael Ax, part 2

A letter to the editor, requesting anonymity:

Well, linking this to Jim Jones seems a bit of a stretch...

But regarding mountaintop removal, apparently V-tech is home to "...the largest mining and minerals
engineering program in the nation..."


Here's an interesting avenue of research, from Kurt Nimmo

"the Deep Underground Science and Engineering Laboratory, according to The Pit Bulletin (the newsletter of the Department of Mining and Minerals Engineering at Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University), is designed for “military needs, ranging from unique designs for underground sporting arenas to storing various types of waste materials….
the AMADEUS team feel that the expanding world population is creating a demand for additional types of underground construction.”

But for good PR...
there's that magic number again

***

And I have a few more details of note:

The mountains surrounding Blacksburg feed the headwaters of the Roanoke river.

While the VT massacre anticipated the 400th anniversary of the founding of Jamestown by a few weeks, it might as well have marked the 400th anniversary to the day or week of Powhatan's massacre of the surviving remnant of the Roanoke colony that had resettled in the Chesapeake area, according to Strachey's "Historie of Travell into Virginia Britania."

There were said to be but seven survivors of that massacre, escaping into the woods to take refuge with the Chowan tribe... yes, the Cho-wans; history's tiny details are ever a source of dark irony indeed...

From the Roanoke gun-store to a Guaianese plot to bomb NYC... Atavism of Raleigh's lost colonies?

GUYANESE President Bharrat Jagdeo has distanced his Government from former opposition party MP Abdul Kadir, who was one of three people arrested over a plot to blow up John F Kennedy airport in New York.

With leads to implicate Iran and Venezuela

Guyana's Stabroek News quoted Sauda Kadir, another of Kadir's daughters, saying her father had been arrested in Trinidad while en route to Shi'ite Muslim Iran, where he would attend an Islamic conference.
From Trinidad, he was planning to fly to Caracas, where he could pick up an Iranian visa.

Ishmael's Axe

"The American way of life is not negotiable." -George W. Bush

"The English...no sooner occupy a post than the woods fall before their hands - the earth is subjected to cultivation - the game disappears - and your people are steadily reduced to combat with starvation."
-Duquesne to the Indians in the aftermath of the French & Indian Wars

Ah, those were the days when "cultivation" simply meant felling trees and tilling fields... But in the interest of sustaining the American way of life, the outright destruction of a mountain range is more to the point, among other acts of resource-securing desperation. Note, the satellite image in the above link is navigable, to anywhere in the world, in fact; but if you take it a few quadrants east, you will end up in an area that has been the subject of intense national attention in the past week. And not too far from Blacksburg, Virginia, there are other sites of mountain top removal, scattered as they are throughout the mid-Appalachian range.

So, one very angry & alienated young man of Korean nativity blew his top this Tuesday and delivered a rather brooding but lethal brand of justice to 32 of his Virginia Tech classmates & professors before giving up his own ghost with the words "Ismail Ax" etched in red upon his arm (the term is alternately spelled "A. Ishmael" on a package sent to NBC News). With this cue, a frenzy of internet searches and speculation over its meaning was thus instigated, leading to the photo you see above, one among several of a photo-op of the New George III in the Adirondacks on Earth Day 2002 (five years ago today). [Those familiar with my discography will recognize an altered version the photo on the cover of the cassette "Dirty Politics"]

How on earth did we arrive at this? There are several interpretations of the cue that I will ignore here simply because the one I present is the one most pregnant with meaning (regardless of what the killer meant by it).

It was pointed out by one "Blacksheep" familiar with obscure, early American fiction, that ...

In James Fennimore Cooper’s story “The Prairie,”
Ishmael Bush is a settler trying to free himself
from the confines of civilization.

He sets out with two key items, a gun and an axe.
Each has a symbolic meaning. The axe — which can
either kill or create shelter — stand
for both creation and destruction.

Hence the photo is an obvious association (especially for those who would reflexively cite evidence for an inside job). But it doesn't stop here. While there are aspects of the character Ishmael in the novel that one might find alluding to GWB, for instance his delivering a frontier-justice sentence to death by hanging of Abiram (a stand-in for Saddam if you like). Or where one commentator notes...

On the following day, each of the prisoners is
tried before a rude frontier court presided over by
Ishmael Bush. His own conflicts with the law and his
frequently stated abhorrence of legal procedures make
Ishmael's new role an ironic one...

one might regard the proceedings at Guantanamo Bay as such a "frontier court".

But the "Bush" name can mislead, as in the story it hardly denotes anything resembling a ruling clan of privileged WASPs. Rather, Ishmael heads a tribe of melungeons, which are a mixed-race people (including North African or Anatolian extractions, it is believed) originating from the mountains of Eastern Kentucky as well as NE Tennessee, Southern West Virginia through SW Virginia (precisely the areas presently devastated by mountain top removal). As they made their way through the Ohio Valley and into Illinois, they settled in "cities like Mahomet, Mecca and Morocco on the way. However, they remained nomadic in nature - the 350 mile triangular route was northwest from Indianapolis to the Kankakee River south of Lake Michigan, from there south through easten Illinois (Urbana-Champaigne) and Decatur and finally, due east, back to Indianapolis."

It is in the vicinity of Indianapolis that we arrive upon one who perhaps was a descendant of the Ben Ishmael tribe, or at least believed himself to be so, and who wielded Ishmael's Axe not in the Appalachians but in the rain forests of Guiana some 30 years ago, as one researcher, Matthew Janovic, suggests...

I am doing my own research on the Tribe of Ben-Ishmael with the Indiana State Library. One aspect of my research concerns the infamous Revernd Jim Jones, and his shadowy-origins. It struck me that he did his early social-work in the depressed areas of Indianapolis–site of the Ishmaelite-ghettoes. He always said he had “Indian-origins,” and this seems like something an outsider (or was he?) would say to the descendents of Ishmaelites. Any help would be greatly-appreciated, this a neglected-area of research.

I wonder if our current mass murder record-holder caught the documentary on the current mass suicide record-holder on PBS American Experience last week.

There seems to be a method to the subtle taunting of Christian sentiment in Iran's psy-ops strategy. A case in point: instead of putting 15 British soldiers on trial for alleged trespassing into Iranian waters, Ahmadinejad, in the spirit of Holy Week, forgave the errant Brits and sent them home with presents.

I made note previously (in the January 12 entry) of the timing of Iran's announcement, on the eve of the Nativity, to fire up 3000 centrifuges at Natanz. Like the sun, this program has apparently waxed over the cold winter months to flourish in Springtime... It is pregnant with meaning, that at this time, after a spate of unfulfilled rumors of U.S. air-strikes upon Iranian military installations to commence on Good Friday, Easter morning brings us this item...

President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, accompanied by senior officials and journalists, will visit the Natanz enrichment plant on Monday, the day on which he has said Iran will announce "good news" about its atomic plans.

Asked what he might announce, Hosseini said: "If you wait 24 hours, you will all find out."

(Reuters)

When the sun hit the towers

"IN THE EARLY MORNING, when the sun hit the towers of the World Trade Center, the twin shadows stretched across the entire island of Manhattan.[sic]" - Lawrence Wright, The Looming Tower, pg. 176.

False. In the early morning, the twin shadows would stretch across the Hudson and into New Jersey. Unless, if reading "the sun hit" not as the usual expression of light striking, but as denoting a thermonuclear reaction - a controlled replication of the sun's engine - then Wright's sentence could be figuratively true... as internet speculations over the cause (the "micro-nuke" theory) of the strange combustion of vehicles as far as the east side of lower Manhattan would suggest...






Car parked on FDR Drive (it is unclear, however, whether the car was here in the morning of 9/11 or later removed to this position)

Here it is suggested how the "sun" may have shone across Manhattan from the very towers...



Many more images here, in support of the directed energy weapon (DEW) theory.

More strange phenomena here.

It has become received wisdom among the blathering classes that George W. Bush and his administration is hopelessly incompetent. The idiot in chief who careened out of the jaws of victory into the quagmire of defeat. He has played the guileless fool (Parzival) quite famously. But, like the Hitler before him, was this a part played to hi-jack the Great Game from the big boys, to pull the rug of their Master Plan right from beneath them, much to their chagrin? It is a thesis worth entertaining.

I found considerable support for this thesis in the testimony of Zbigniew Brzezinski, long an arch-eyed champion of the American stratagem in the Great Game, before the U.S. Senate Foreign Relations Committee this week (2/1/07). When Zbig talks, pay close attention.

"If the United States continues to be bogged down in a protracted bloody involvement in Iraq, the final destination on this downhill track is likely to be a head-on conflict with Iran and with much of the world of Islam at large. A plausible scenario for a military collision with Iran involves Iraqi failure to meet the benchmarks; followed by accusations of Iranian responsibility for the failure; then by some provocation in Iraq or a terrorist attack in the U.S. blamed on Iran, culminating in a "defensive" U.S. military action against Iran that plunges a lonely America into a spreading and deepening quagmire eventually ranging across Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, and Pakistan."

Surely he fathomed, in suggesting that a terrorist attack in the U.S. would be "blamed on" - not necessarily having been executed by - a foreign enemy (indeed emphasizing this by saying "quote unquote" out loud to challenge any "defensive" U.S. military action in response to such "provocation"), that this would raise eyebrows amongst, if not the blathering classes, then certainly the chattering classes. Take this subsequent exchange with reporter Barry Grey of the World Socialist:

Q: Dr. Brzezinski, who do you think would be carrying out this possible provocation?

A: I have no idea. As I said, these things can never be predicted. It can be spontaneous.

Q: Are you suggesting there is a possibility it could originate within the US government itself?

A: I’m saying the whole situation can get out of hand and all sorts of calculations can produce a circumstance that would be very difficult to trace.

Will Zbig be the next confessor on the Alex Jones show? Doubtful, but it's not out of the cards. I sense exasperation on his part. He said to the senators: “I am perplexed by the fact that major strategic decisions seem to be made within a very narrow circle of individuals—just a few, probably a handful, perhaps not more than the fingers on my hand. And these are the individuals, all of whom but one, who made the original decision to go to war, and used the original justifications to go to war.” Is his concern with the number of individuals, or with the fact that the individuals in question do not gravitate within his familiar circles of strategic philosophy (Trilateral Commission, Council of Foreign Relations). That is to say, United States foreign policy has effectively been hi-jacked from the policy establishment that he helped shape over the past half-century. And, he is rather miffed to be out of the loop...

"I think our policy has unintentionally -I hope unintentionally, maybe it was devilishly clever!- but I think unintentionally helped Ahmadenijad consolidate himself in power..."

Devilishly clever! In which case he would jealously admire it.

As would I, if from a distance.

the New George III to do neo-Nebuchadnezzar's posthumous bidding?

Back to real events now...

It appears the war is poised to spring towards Iran. That would be the ultra purpose of the 21,500 troop surge into Iraq, beyond securing Baghdad, upon which the universal verdict is: it is pointless, Mr. President. Likely, he agrees & does not really care much, besides - the mission, after all, is accomplished as concerns Iraq. Now onto other matters, namely Persia, aptly enough one of the targets of Saddam's final curse from the noose... So, it turns out the New George III will be honoring the memory of neo-Nebuchadnezzer by attempting what he failed to accomplish, at the behest of the US, in the 1980s. Perhaps Saddam is smiling from the grave at this prospect: his two greatest enemies, the "near" and the "far", thus poised for a real Mother of All Battles, one bloody enough to bring them both down together (which, incidentally, was the American strategem in supplying both sides, Iraq & Iran, in their nearly decade-long war, draining both sides of blood & treasure. How else was Kuwait such a cake-walk for the US in '91?).

So is there a broader war afoot at present? A slew of circumstantial evidence over the past several weeks suggests it, not to mention the reporting of Seymour Hersh over the past year. First, I mention the events around Christmas: the UN resolution of sanctions, and Iran's response, as quoted in the Dec.25 NYTimes. (Very appropriately, I must add... who gave us the Christmas date? Ancient Iran, whose Sun God Mithras was born of a virgin in a cave in 272 B.C. on December 25, as recognized by the Julian calendar). Said the Iranian minister: "Beginning Sunday morning [X-mas eve], we will begin activities at Natanz - site of 3000 centrifuges - and we will drive with full speed." Second, the recent raids and arrests of Iranian military and intelligence personel in Iraq can only point to more and more direct confrontations, as the layers of hostility by proxy (i.e. Israel, Hezbollah, Mahdi army, etc) become stripped away. Thirdly, I take note of the exchange yesterday in the Senate between Biden & Rice & Hagel:

Biden: "Sec. Rice do you believe the president has the constitutional authority to pursue across the border into [Iran] or Syria, the networks in those countries"

Rice: "...I would not like to speculate on the Pres' constitutional authority...which is broad as commander in cheif."

Biden then notes that the Iraq resolution of '02 doesn't allow for it & the Pres. would need further congressional authority in order to move into those countries.

Then, Hagel, refering to the exchange with Biden, notes that whatever she might give as assurance to the contrary, once set in motion, dangerous circumstances will arise that will necessitate cross border incursions, mentioning Cambodia 1970. Oh to see the evil glare on Condi's face as he spoke...

These Senators know what is up, as do a few others around DC; Zbig Brzezinski, for instance, on Jim Lehrer's NewsHour was disturbed by the prospect. "There are hints in the president's speech and in Rice's testimony today about the possibility of escalation, not necessarily in the number of troops, but in the range of the military operations, namely perhaps against Syria or Iran." And yet more wars & rumours of wars, or rather of a secret Executive Order.

Finally, I offer these two little fleeting 'psychisms', which of course more often than not are of no import, but which, on occassion do flash as lightning strikes of accuracy & insight.

First, a friend with military experience recently seemed a bit fixated on a sequence prime numbers, namely 3, 5, 7, and 11, as they might be applied to dates or times, so we'll see how that pans out.... (but you know the Bible says no man knows the day or the hour, so take it for what it's worth)

The second, I almost feel a patriotic duty to bring to the attention of the CIA, in so far as it could indicate places to search if those Iranians were trying to hide something; but seeing as this site is operated by Google, and Google has CIA connections already, I need not bother.

A split-second detail in the enema-fetish film Waterpower offers a cue towards a perhaps militarily relevant item... When enema bandit Bert, played by Jamie Gillis, visits the "Garden of Eden" specialist bordello, Sharon Mitchel is reading "The Ascent of Man" by J. Bronowski. Certainly this couldn't have been a meaningless reference on the part of director Shaun Costello, so inquiring further & looking up page 76 (cued thereto by the "Spirit of '76" motif which pops up repeatedly in the film as Bert's reminder of his mission)... there nothing obviously relevant: two illustrations of the wheel. However, the accompanying text, page 77 (release date of Waterpower), has the following passage:

"About the time that Joshua stormed Jericho, say 1400 B.C., the mechanical engineers of Sumer and Assyria turned the wheel into a pully to draw water. At the same time they designed large scale irrigation systems. The vertical maintenance shafts still survive like punctuation marks accross the Persian landscape. They go down three hundred feet to the qanats or underground canals that make up the system, at a level where the natural water is safe from evaporation... The qanats are a late construction of a city civilization, and they imply the existence by then of laws to govern water rights and land tenure and other social relations..."

Thus... Water and Power.

Subsequent correspondnce with the director, Shaun Costello, apparently confirms that the book and page reference in the film was intentional.

Live 8, revisited

This piece, originally broadcast 7/7/05 on WAIF radio, is a bit dated already, and whatever became of the sequel? If recollection serves correct, the USUK were to invade Nepal and hunt down McCartney, the newly instated King of the Himalayas. Meanwhile, with McCartney and his Maoist guard running interference in Nepal, the Lollipop militia are unimpeded in their activities, setting up summer training camps in Libya, from whence the Witlerian revolution spreads as children the world over seize radio & TV stations, parliaments, universities et cetera... so it goes something like that... Perhaps this phantasm history can be told in its entirety eventually (but while it is at least somewhat timely, I should hope.)

In the meantime, I've one slight revision to the original co-authored piece: news of the knighting of Bono demanded the addition of one brief line for Amber, lifted from a recent E!News headline...

Concert review: Live 8, London

LONDON, July 4 - If you want to end wars and stuff, Arlo Guthrie always said, you've gotta sing loud; and if you want to liven up a moribund pop culture, as Lollipop Militia cult leader Adolf Wittgenstein, aka "Witler," wrote in "Dirty Bombs, or Mein Kampf To Get Into Your Little Edelweiss Panties", only mass televised public execution will do. Thus two dozen of the world's best-loved performers sang loud, and then were spectacularly executed by the lolita pop sensations Amber Alert.

The free 10-hour show before 200,000 fans in Hyde Park may not have succeeded in putting a stop to poverty in Africa, but it did see to the quick demise of some of the past forty years' most over-rated recording artists.

The marathon concert was billed as the greatest rock show ever, and it came to a close with the most incomprehensible, and widely televised, act of psychological warfare since 9/11.

The event was a masterful display of technical organization as 26 acts performed mostly 15-minute sets, while the violent finale had apparently been carefully choreographed by the collaborators, which included the African Childrens Choir and, some are now suggesting, Paul McCartney himself, the only non-child artist to come out alive, and whose collaboration with Amber Alert in a blistering rendition of "Helter Skelter" (a favorite of Charles Manson) preceded the massacre.

Up until the horrific end, memorable moments came far and few between, featuring a begrudgingly reunited Pink Floyd, the remains of the Who, a self-satisfied U2, a slumbering R.E.M., a sagging Madonna, a mind-numbing Sting, but then came the knock-'em-dead number by Paul McCartney in world class form.

Playing together for the first time since 1981, Pink Floyd bassist Roger Waters, lead David Gilmour, drummer Nick Mason and keyboardist Rick Wright looked like they wished they were anywhere else, delivering "Wish You Were Here" and "Comfortably Numb" like wet noodles. Gilmour had said earlier that performing with Waters after their long falling out was "like sleeping with the ex-wife."

U2's Bono, ever equating himself with John Lennon, accompanied McCartney in "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" to get the event started. Pete Townshend and Roger Daltry later plodded through an interminable "Won't Get Fooled Again." Ex-Boomtown Rat Bob Geldof, who was the key organizer of Live 8, sneaked in - the only way he gets to play it these days - a rendition of his long forgotten hit, "I Don't Like Mondays." Coldplay came on with their sloven dirges, and Richard Ashcroft joined them for more self-pity with his song "Bittersweet Symphony." Current English pop sad-boy Pete Doherty accompanied Elton John for a middling treatment of Marc Bolan's "Children of the Revolution." In a similar flash of uninspired presience, R.E.M. played "Everybody Hurts" and "It's The End Of The World As We Know It."

Indeed, as they knew it.

McCartney ended the day, joined unexpectedly by Amber Alert to close with a smashing version of "Helter Skelter" Amber Alert immediately segued into the anthem "We Are The World And We Want To Watch You Die!", while their nubile fans, the Witler Youth, did push-ups and jumping jacks to the beat. Then as the other 26 acts made their way onto the stage, mistaking this as a cue to join in the final chorus, members of the African Chidren's Choir (formerly of the Congolese Revolutionary Army) yanked out uzis and brought the music to a deafening stop with machine gun salvos into the air. The nymphettes of Amber Alert then seized the other performers who were systematically executed Circus Maximus style.

Amber commenced with these words of send-off to the netherworld, "Good Knight, Bono!", as she tied him to hot metal racks while tearing his testicles, nipples and other bits of meat off with red-hot pincers. Pete Townsend was crushed in a large grape press while Roger Daltry was bound in a large bag and thrown onto the horns of a raging bull. Madonna was hung upside down and had boiling lead poured into her vagina. George Michaels was torn in half from balls to head with a chain saw. Pink Floyd's heads were crushed like ping-pong balls, being fastened alternately between a chain of swinging anvils. R.E.M. were forced to challenge Coldplay in a duel the death. It was tridents vs. plastic forks. The victor won a coating of honey and a hive of killer hornets. Richard Ashcroft was punctured inside an iron maiden. An effigy of the corpse of Freddy Mercury gave Elton John a HIV+ death fuck. Bob Geldolf was ceremoniously drawn and quartered, then force-fed his own colon. Sting had nearly escaped, but Amber, yawning in dull annoyance, flung a net over him and threw him to the audience. Here the thousands of fresh and limber little hotties dropped roasted coals one by one down his anus, ripping open his stomach as they feasted on his steaming intestines. One merciful lass gave the pinko pop star a sip of Evian water before pulling his jaw apart with the back of a hammer.

In the melee that followed, the members of Amber Alert and the African Children's Choir escaped in an airlift by what appeared to be a fleet of Libyan helicopters.

Paul McCartney remains at large.

In a joint statement, President Pussy and Tony Blair called the slaughter an "evil, cowardly act by dastardly, dirty little girls" and promised that their heads would be presented on a platter in the Oval Office before the year is out. President Pussy said he has credible evidence that they and the Lollipop Militia receive material support from, and refuge with, Maoist rebels in Nepal. U.S. forces are reportedly amassing in the Himalayas.

Meanwhile, at the summit of the African Union currently being held in Sirte, Libya. Colonol Muammar Qadaffi made no direct comment on the slaughter, but said: "We are being subjected to a double faced phenomenon which is benign on the surface and malicious underneath. I mean there is an attempt to promote proposals aimed at extending support for Africa. But when they are linked to humiliating conditions we don't want humiliation." In his inaugural speech to the 50 African leaders gathered at the summit, he called for the formation of a borderless United States of Africa.